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Yeah

(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy

Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy

Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy

You better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah)

I've been drinking red, rasp', boy (Red, yeah)

I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brrr)

Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh

Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (Yeah)

Wrecked the GT-R (Skrrt), I love to crash cars

I'm a bad boy, so I got a bad broad

Futuristic rides imported from Mars (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Smith & Wesson 45, put a hole in his heart

Better not play with me, killers, they stay with me, your bitty lay with me

She fell in love with my ice, yeah, the hockey rink

Ain't come to kick it, I'm not on the soccer team

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